Wendell Berry Quotes About Heaven

Quotes about: Heaven

• Our Children no longer learn how to read the great book of Nature from their own direct experience, or how to interact creatively with the seasonal transformations of the planet. They seldom learn where their water come from or where it goes. We no longer coordinate our human celebration with the great liturgy of the heavens.

  Wendell Berry

  Nature, Children, Book

• Despite its protests to the contrary, modern Christianity has become willy-nilly the religion of the state and the economic status quo. Because it has been so exclusively dedicated to incanting anemic souls into Heaven, it has been made the tool of much earthly villainy. It has, for the most part, stood silently by while a predatory economy has ravaged the world, destroyed its natural beauty and health, divided and plundered its human communities and households.

  Wendell Berry

  Community, Heaven, Soul

  Wendell Berry (2003). “The Art of the Commonplace: The Agrarian Essays of Wendell Berry”, p.319, Counterpoint

• ...And we pray, not for new earth or heaven, but to be quiet in heart, and in eye clear. What we need is here.

  Wendell Berry

  Heart, Eye, Heaven

  Wendell Berry (2012). “New Collected Poems”, p.180, Counterpoint Press

• Geese appear high over us, / pass, and the sky closes. Abandon, / as in love or sleep, holds them to their way, clear / in the ancient faith: what we need / is here. And we pray, not / for new earth or heaven, but to be / quiet in heart, and in eye, / clear. What we need is here.

  Wendell Berry

  Sleep, Eye, Heart

  Wendell Berry (2012). “New Collected Poems”, p.180, Counterpoint Press

• When you are old you can look back and see yourself when you are young. It is almost like looking down from heaven. And you see yourself as a young woman, just a big girl really, half awake to the world. You see yourself happy, holding in your arms a good, decent, gentle, beloved young man with the blood keen in his veins, who before long is going to disappear, just disappear, into a storm of hate and flying metal and fire. And you just don't know it.

  Wendell Berry

  Girl, Hate, Men

• This is a book about Heaven. I know it now. It floats among us like a cloud and is the realest thing we know and the least to be captured, the least to be possessed by anybody for himself. It is like a grain of mustard seed, which you cannot see among the crumbs of earth where it lies. It is like the reflection of the trees on the water.

  Wendell Berry

  Lying, Book, Reflection

  Wendell Berry (2000). “Jayber Crow: A Novel”, Counterpoint LLC

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